American Dreams

Last night we all went over to Geoff's to watch the Superbowl, or, as I like to call it, "Gay Superbowl."

Superbowl: Kind of fun.
Commercials: Okay, with the exception of one involving killing a cat, which still makes me giggle. But hey, I regularly kill cats and giggle about it, so whatevs.

I didn't get to see the premiere of Seth McFarlane's new show, "American Dad," though, cause I got a ride home, which was SWEET. So I have no impressions of it, except one.

Last night I had TERRIBLE nightmares. The first one, I actually felt like I was being sucked into my bed, and actually had to struggle to get out of the dream. That was scary. Then I dreamt my parents were paralyzed in a car accident, and went around doing shows of how strong they were by slicing cuts in their legs, and then the audience applauds, and there was a rumor my Dad would be nominated for President. Still, kind of a horrific nightmare. But good luck Dad!

The worst one though, which I literally woke up screaming from, was the last one, where my girlfriend broke up with me. We spent a lot of time talking, and I even changed the signs on the door that said, "Alex's Mood is Currently:" to "Angry" and "Upset," (I don't know what those signs were either), before I found out why she had broken up with me. It was because she had met a better, more handsome, more talented man: Seth McFarlane.

As I mentioned, I woke up screaming.